Written by Frederick Macpherson
Verse: A Youā' re lying in your bedroom in my mind F#m D As heā' s probably switching off the light, I miss you A These emails I draft but never send. F#m D Works of art you couldnā' t comprehend, I miss youVerse: A Your flat is only half a mile away, F#m D I meant every single word I didnā' t say, I miss you A This city is always heavy on my mind, F#m D Iā' d steal the Chevy in the parking lot outside, I love...youA F#m D Donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try A F#m D Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of themOutro: A F#m D Enjoy folks!A F#m D Donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try A F#m D Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of them A F#m D Donā' t make me cry, donā' t make me cry, donā' t make me cry A F#m D Not in front of him, not in front of him, not in front of him